Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Category: Everything else

If I were to say…

If I were to say “Goodnight” to your “good night”, would it change your mind?

Would you welcome my kisses like the sunrise?

Would you let me fall into love through a bluesky?

Could I cover and protect you like a rainfly?

When I say “goodnight” to your “good night”.


The Words we Whisper

The words we whisper write a story that we wish we could tell with a full voice. 

Sweet tunes of truth harmonize in the quiet of empty halls, bouncing their song off of acoustic walls. 

The words we whisper lead us behind shut doors to find both dust and beauty hiding away. 

Would you like a secret? It costs only a minute of your time and an ounce of your trust. 

The words we whisper will warm one’s heart while breaking another into ever dazzling shards. 

Precious like diamonds, they dance on the floor as they slip through your fingers. 

The words we whisper hold more power than the words we shout…

Because the words we whisper, don’t always come out. 

It’s Nothing.¬†

Let me love you forever.

But you’re shaking your head.

Did I say love? 

I meant kiss.

Why don’t you hold out your hand. 

It’s but a gesture of friendship. 

Its meaningless. 

Forget I asked. 

See you tomorrow. 


You lie broken in the tray. 

Each day you’re put to work, writing, teaching, explaining. 

Then they just wipe it all away. 

Like it never mattered. 

Pretending it never even existed. 

You left bits of yourself out there, and it’s swept away like dust. 

It won’t be too much longer until you’re useless and replaced. 

Replaced by another poor soul eager to please. 

Not yet knowing the pain of being dragged across the chalkboard to no end. 

Only to be erased from memory. 

Erased from purpose. 


Float on the pond. Not a boat, but a bubble. A raindrop is both your life and your doom. Do not test the wind, for it will test you. Delicately and carefully float. 

Glide through the air. Not a bird, but a leaf. The breeze is both your captor and your liberator. Do not hold back your breath, but rather soak in the rush. Humbly and wistfully glide. 

Swing your steadfast arm. Not a swordsman, but a clock. Time is both your reason and your rhyme. Do not fear the next pause, but rather welcome it with a tic. Patiently and courageously swing. 


He stands up from his chair and counts his paces from the door.

“Ten? That’s it?” He thought. “I had expected at least one more.”

Maybe the room had gotten shorter, or his legs increased in length. 

Maybe it was a matter of effort, or a gradual loss of strength. 

One step could mean the difference between a win or a defeat. 

The odd hiccup in a dance that could throw the dancer of her beat. 

So after much thought he exhaled and arrived at the decision:
If he was to live his life in any way, it would not be without precision. 


Every blink is a page turned.

The shutter closes and the image is burned.

The waves rise gently above the deck

as the ocean claims this beautiful wreck.

I exhale poison with each painful breath.

It is not my place to run from death.

A burial song rings to the night.

I am reborn with morning light.

Never more and Never less

Bite hard down on the fate of your choice.

Do not nibble with tentative teeth and define yourself indecisive.

Rather, Sink in your fangs with all of your monstrous sincerity.

Close not the opened doors.

Sway not from the wind.

Erode not from the dew.

Shy not from the fire that roars within your ears.

For you are who you let yourself be.

Never more and never less.

Black Market

I find myself selling my soul for a body to hold.

The deal is raw, but I’m already sold.

My bargaining chip is rolling off the table.

My breathing is heavy, ragged, and unstable.

Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.

Give me a price, I’ll pay it all.

Judgement is past and you can’t take it back.

I have come to terms that where I shop, the market is black.


The lines on our bodies remember the pain felt from unwarranted desire.
Love me white hot or throw me back into the fire.